Martin Amis

The happiest time of Guy’s fifteen-year marriage had come during Hope’s pregnancy, a relatively recent interlude.  She had taken her fifty per cent cut in IQ with good grace, and for a while Guy had found himself dealing with an intellectual equal.

When Hope called his name–'Guy?–'and he replied Yes?  there was never any answer, because his name meant Come here.

When it came to kissing and telling, Keith was a one man oral tradition.